#jockstrap transformation

[anon-sect2]

can you turn me into my homophobic step brother’s jockstrap?

Picture source @joep00

It was not the perfect idea that his stepbrother Kyle came out to the family as gay. Connor saw everyone being supportive of him being open about it, but he wasn't all too happy. Yet, he decided to keep his opinion to himself. He would just keep his distance from Kyle.

The distance plan didn't work all too well for Connor as Kyle was trying to be close to his stepbrother. He never truly told him how disgusted he was with having a gay stepbrother. Sort of lied to say that he was supportive. Yet, the constant wanting to chill with him was getting annoying. He decided that there was one way to put an end to it and get something out of it at the same time.

Connor finally cave in and invited Kyle on a weekend trip in his RV to the woods. He was happy to see him accept the invitation, but Kyle wanted to bring two of his gay friends with him since he thought Connor was so supportive. He agreed they could come on the trip.

All four had fun on the drive to the spot in the woods, even though Connor was hiding his true motive. By the end of the trip, he would be returning home alone in some way.

At the end of the first day at the spot, Kyle and his two friends went to sleep soundly, not expecting anything off. Connor got up and took his TF Ray device. He went first to Kyle's friends and fired at them. He watched as they were reduced to a pair of black boots. He then went to Kyle. He had a special place for his gay stepbrother. He fired at him and watched him change into a white jockstrap. He picked up the jockstrap to examine it. It looked absolutely perfect. He then tried on his stepbrother. The jockstrap seemed comfortable to wear. Now, his gay stepbrother would see his dick for the rest of his life. He went to sleep wearing him.

Kyle woke up feeling strange. His immediate view was that of a giant dick in his face. He tried to move from it but couldn't, no matter how much he squirmed. He then heard Connor's voice above him. "Good, you awake. I can finally tell you the truth. I don't like that you are gay and wanted to keep my distance, but you wouldn't allow me. So, now this is your new fate. You are my jockstrap. You get to hang out with me for the rest of your life with my cock in your face. I won't be changing you back. And if anyone asks about you, I will tell them you left town." Connor then paused for the next few words. "As for your two friends, they are my boots. I can't have any witnesses telling what I did to you. They make good boots, though, just like you are the best jockstrap I ever owned. All three of you are mine now." Connor finished as he walked around in the RV wearing his new boots and jockstrap.

Connor didn't know his new objects loved their new life or was hating it. He got rid of three fags and gained new pair of boots and jockstrap at the same time. It was a win-win for him. It didn't matter if they loved it or not. They were his property now and simply didn't have a choice.

[anon-sect]

I love that ur posting so much! Could you turn me into a jockstrap too

Picture Source: @hotmen-addiction

Jacob loved going to the gym on a regular basis, but he had one issue. There was one guy who kept looking his way every time he was there. Yet, the guy never approached him. He didn't know if the guy was too shy or scared to come up to him. He decided to take the initiative.

"What's up? My name is Jacob. What's yours?" He asked him to end the awkward staring at him. He reached his hand out for a hand shake.

Leon was surprised his gym crush came over to him. He shook his hand. "I am Leon."

Jacob wanted to take charge of the situation. "Now that the greetings are out of the way. I want to know why you keep looking at me." He was up front in bringing up the main reason for him coming over.

Leon saw how up front he was. He decided to do the same. "I think you are hot, honestly." He told him.

Jacob figured may as well have a little fun with the situation. "I appreciate that, but you could have easily approached me. I don't bite." He paused. "Anyway, come back with me to my place. And I can show you some real fun. What do you say?" He offered. He saw Leon nod. "Follow me then."

Leon followed Jacob to his car. Once the car was unlocked, he got in the passenger seat. He rode with him to his home. Jacob had promised to bring him back to get his car sometime afterwards.

Once at Jacob's place, Leon followed him to his bedroom. "Maybe I should take a quick shower." Jacob suggested, but Leon didn't want that. "No need. I don't mind a little sweat." He remarked. Jacob removed his shirt. Leon thought his tattoos were great. He began to rub his shoulders and bite gently on his nipples. He could tell by the moaning that Jacob loved it. As he switched from nipple to nipple, he felt Jacob's cock get hard. "Go down and suck it, now." He heard Jacob tell him.

Leon went low and pulled down his shorts and began to suck his cock. The more he went in and out, the harder it got. After a while, Jacob brought Leon up to him and kissed him. "Now it's my turn." Jacob told him.

Jacob turned Leon around. He grabbed some lube and dab some into Leon's ass. "You ready for this cock, boy?" He asked. "Yes, daddy." Leon replied. Jacob went in gently at first, in and out. He loved the way his ass felt. As the hole opened up more he began to get a little rough. He could tell Leon could take it. Leon moaned with excitement as Jacob was tearing his ass up with his cock. He finally cummed in his ass. It felt so good. "I think I will keep you, boy. You was really good." Jacob spoke.

Leon didn't know what he meant till he noticed he was shrinking, very rapidly. His body began to change form and rap around Jacob's waist. Within moments, his human form was gone. His face was filled with Jacob's crotch. "Damn boy, you make an even better jockstrap. I am definitely keeping you. I hope you don't mind. Even though you really don't have a choice." Jacob laughed as he admired his new jockstrap. He leaned up against the wall loving his new article of clothing.

Leon had a crush on the guy. It was an honor to serve as his jockstrap. There was no greater pleasure than this for him. He honestly hoped he would keep him forever, especially after the good sex he just had with him. Now, he gets to see his crotch in his face for the rest of his life.

[dcigar]

Alex.

By day, he was a mild-mannered accountant, crunching numbers in a sterile office. But by night, he became someone entirely different.

It all started innocently enough. One evening, Alex stumbled upon a leather shop tucked away in a dimly lit alley. Curiosity piqued, he ventured inside, drawn by the smell of rich, supple leather and the promise of hidden desires.

As he ran his fingers over the sleek jackets and rugged boots, something stirred within him. It was a feeling he couldn't quite place, a sense of exhilaration mixed with a hint of taboo. And when he slipped on a leather jacket, the world shifted.

Suddenly, Alex felt more alive than ever before. The cool touch of the leather against his skin sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but admire his reflection in the mirror. Gone was the shy accountant; in his place stood a confident, powerful man.

From that moment on, Alex's life took on a new rhythm. He sought out leather wherever he could find it, reveling in the way it made him feel alive and free. He attended leather events and gatherings, immersing himself in the vibrant subculture that welcomed him with open arms.

But along the way, Alex faced challenges too. He grappled with his own insecurities and fears, worried about what others might think of his newfound passion. Yet with each step he took, he found strength in his authenticity, embracing his identity as a gay man who loved to wear leather.

And as he walked through the city streets, head held high and leather-clad, Alex knew one thing for certain: he had discovered a part of himself he never knew existed, and he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

One fateful evening, Alex decided to take his exploration of leather to the next level. He ventured into a renowned gay leather club, drawn by the promise of a community that understood and embraced his desires.

Inside the dimly lit club, the air was thick with anticipation and the scent of leather mingled with the heady aroma of cigars. As Alex made his way through the crowd, he couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging wash over him.

It was there, in the heart of the club, that he discovered his love for cigars. Entranced by the sight of men puffing on their smoldering sticks, he hesitantly accepted an offer to try one for himself.

As the rich, earthy flavor enveloped his senses, Alex felt a rush of pleasure unlike anything he had experienced before. The smoke danced on his tongue, filling him with a sense of warmth and contentment.

From that moment on, cigars became a staple of Alex's leather-clad adventures. He relished the ritual of lighting up, the camaraderie shared with fellow enthusiasts, and the way the smoke added an extra layer of intensity to his experiences.

With each visit to the leather club, Alex discovered more about himself and the vibrant subculture he had become a part of. And as he indulged in his love for leather and cigars, he found a sense of liberation and empowerment that he had never known before.

As Alex continued to immerse himself in the leather community and embrace his newfound passions, he decided to take another bold step: he grew a beard.

At first, it was just a stubble, a hint of rugged masculinity that complemented his leather-clad persona. But as time went on, Alex let his beard grow longer and fuller, until it became a defining feature of his appearance.

With each passing day, the beard became more than just a symbol of his masculinity; it became a symbol of his confidence and self-assurance. Running his fingers through the coarse hair, Alex felt a sense of pride in the person he had become.

As he walked through the city streets, leather jacket hugging his frame, cigar smoke trailing behind him, and beard framing his face, Alex felt like he was truly living life on his own terms. And with each passing day, he discovered new depths to his identity, finding joy and fulfillment in every aspect of his journey.

With his confidence soaring and his sense of self solidifying, Alex delved deeper into his exploration of leather. One day, while browsing through a leather boutique, he stumbled upon a pair of leather chaps.

Intrigued by their rugged appeal and the way they showcased his legs, Alex couldn't resist trying them on. As he fastened the buckles and adjusted the straps, he felt a surge of excitement course through him.

Stepping in front of the mirror, Alex admired his reflection. The leather chaps hugged his thighs snugly, accentuating every curve and contour of his body. He felt powerful, alluring, and completely in command of his desires.

From that moment on, leather chaps became a staple of Alex's wardrobe. Whether he was strutting through the streets or dancing the night away at the leather club, he always felt like the truest version of himself when he wore them.

Embracing his love for leather chaps was just another step in Alex's journey of self-discovery. With each new revelation, he felt more liberated and empowered, unapologetically embracing every aspect of his identity as a gay man who loved to wear leather. And as he continued to explore and celebrate his passions, he knew that the best was yet to come.

More to come…

[gayvkul99]

[inanimatetffantasies]

a request by @0vorenation0

[wishmaster]

Cursing My Roommate Finale

My sexy male roommate has become the test subject of my magic learning. I've been cursing items I give him to wear in order to transform him into some kinky version of himself. My first attempt caused a leather jacket to turn him into a sex obsessed sexy woman, my next attempt was with a leather vest, that turned him into a kinky guy in leather who liked being tortured with nipple clamps, my next attempt had be buying from the source of my magic learning, the Curator's Corner, where I decided I'd try purchasing already cursed items. I chose a leather jockstrap and leather underwear, made him a sexy and horny hairy bear of a dude.

I decided I'd try something by giving him additional cursed items while he was already change. I had purchased leather pants as well from the store and in his new heightened state he quickly pulled them on what happened was fucking amazing.

Suddenly a gorgeous latin Stud was looking down at me the leather accenting his perfect body. not only had they changed his body again they changed his race, he spoke in broken English the words he knew like Fuck, which sounded so much sexier in his new naitive tongue. God damn what a treat I didn't even worry what if anything would happen when he took them off. I decided to try, he removed his pants and jockstrap:

He was still gorgeous but he looked at me as if he didn't know what the hell was going on. I asked if he was ok, but he didn't respond, my god did I break my friend? Then I tried something else,

Cómo te llamas

Mateo. he responded, seems with all the changes he lost his ability to speak English. But who needed him to talk. I decided to try something else, putting the pants on him and then then jockstrap which lets say made a perfect combo. As I stood there looking at my Latin god I wished I could change as well so I grabbed a pair of the underwear I had purchased and joined in.

I heard a knock at the door it was Devon's girl I had place a pair of underwear for here asked her to put them on and join us. Gone were the guys and girls that once lived here replaced by master Mateo and his growing harem of gorgeous boys ready to serve his every need.

By cursing my roommate I altered my life as well, Old me was gone replaced by hombre sexy and I would do anything for El Jefe.

I'd never be anything but his Chico de cuero.

[dcigar]

Transformation Story: Becoming Angelo**

Bartholomew Sebastian Benjamin, known as Bart to his friends, sat in the back of the dimly lit bar nursing his whiskey. He was a broad-shouldered, middle-aged man with a rugged look that fit his blue-collar job perfectly. Life had become routine, and he was itching for a change. Little did he know, change was about to come knocking in a form he would never expect.

As Bart sipped his drink, he noticed a tall, imposing man with a commanding presence enter the bar. The man was dressed in a sharp leather jacket, his chiseled features softened only slightly by a well-groomed beard. He looked like someone who knew exactly what he wanted from life. Bart felt an inexplicable pull towards this stranger.

"Mind if I join you?" the man asked, his deep voice sending shivers down Bart's spine.

"Sure, why not," Bart replied, curiosity piqued.

The man introduced himself as Miguel, a name that sounded both familiar and exotic to Bart. They talked for hours, sharing stories and laughs. Bart found himself captivated by Miguel's confidence and the way he spoke about life. By the end of the night, Miguel extended an unusual offer.

"I have a gift for you, Bart," Miguel said, his eyes twinkling with mystery. "A chance to become someone new. To live a life you've only dreamed of."

Bart laughed it off, but Miguel was insistent. He handed Bart a small, ornate bottle filled with a shimmering liquid.

"Drink this, and your world will change. Embrace it, and you'll find a new kind of freedom," Miguel said, his tone serious and sincere.

Bart hesitated but, driven by a mix of curiosity and desperation, he drank the potion. Almost instantly, he felt a warmth spread through his body, followed by an intense, tingling sensation. His vision blurred, and he passed out, the last thing he saw being Miguel's knowing smile.

**Chapter 2: Awakening**

When Bart awoke, he felt disoriented. The world seemed different, sharper. He struggled to sit up, his body feeling foreign and uncoordinated. As he moved, he realized his surroundings had changed. He was no longer in his modest apartment but in a luxurious, modern bedroom.

"What the hell happened?" Bart muttered, his voice sounding strange to his ears. He looked down at his hands, noting how smooth and dark they were. Panic set in as he stumbled to a mirror, desperate to understand what had happened.

Staring back at him was a young, muscular black man with striking features and deep, soulful eyes. Bart's heart raced as he touched his face, feeling the unfamiliar contours.

"This can't be real," he whispered, his voice now rich and melodious. "I'm...different."

His mind raced with a thousand thoughts. How was this possible? Was he dreaming? He explored his new body, running his hands over his broad chest, down his sculpted abs, and over the powerful muscles of his arms and legs. Everything felt so real, so alive.

Bart's internal dialogue was a whirlwind. **What am I supposed to do now? How do I live like this?** The weight of the transformation began to settle in. He was no longer Bartholomew Sebastian Benjamin. He was someone entirely new.

**Chapter 3: Embracing the Change**

Days passed as Bart, now Angelo, tried to adapt to his new life. He discovered that he had an entirely new identity, complete with a history, friends, and even a job as a successful fashion designer. The change was overwhelming, but slowly, he began to embrace it.

One evening, as Angelo was lounging in his spacious living room, he received a call from Miguel. The familiar voice was comforting yet stirred up many questions.

"How are you adjusting, Angelo?" Miguel asked, his tone gentle.

"It's...a lot to take in," Angelo admitted. "But I'm starting to get used to it. There's something liberating about it, something...empowering."

Miguel chuckled. "I knew you would. Embrace it fully, Angelo. This is your chance to live without limits."

Angelo spent his days exploring his new interests and talents. He found himself drawn to the leather community, a fascination that felt both new and oddly familiar. He started wearing leather jackets, pants, and boots, feeling a surge of confidence with every outfit. The scent of leather became intoxicating, a symbol of his newfound strength and identity.

One night, at a leather club, Angelo met a man named Thomas. Tall, with piercing blue eyes and a charming smile, Thomas was everything Angelo found attractive. They hit it off immediately, sharing drinks and stories. Thomas, noticing Angelo's nervousness, leaned in closer.

"First time here?" Thomas asked, his voice smooth and reassuring.

"Yeah," Angelo replied, his heart racing. "It's all still pretty new to me."

"Relax," Thomas said, placing a hand on Angelo's shoulder. "You're doing great. Just be yourself."

Angelo smiled, feeling a sense of belonging he hadn't experienced in years. They spent the night together, sharing a passionate connection that felt both thrilling and natural.

#### **Chapter 4: A New Beginning**

Months passed, and Angelo fully embraced his new life. He became a prominent figure in the leather community, known for his style and charisma. He and Thomas grew closer, their bond deepening with each passing day. Angelo also picked up Miguel's habit of smoking cigars, finding the act oddly soothing and empowering.

One evening, as Angelo and Thomas relaxed on the balcony of Angelo's apartment, Angelo reflected on his journey.

"It's amazing how much has changed," Angelo said, exhaling a cloud of cigar smoke. "I never imagined my life could be like this."

Thomas nodded, his eyes filled with admiration. "You've come a long way, Angelo. I'm proud of you."

Angelo smiled, feeling a warmth in his chest. He had found a new kind of freedom, a new identity that felt more authentic than anything he had ever known. The transformation had been a gift, a chance to rediscover himself and embrace a life of passion and fulfillment.

As the night wore on, Angelo and Thomas held each other close, savoring the moment. Angelo's internal dialogue was one of gratitude and acceptance. **This is who I am now. This is my life, and I'm going to live it to the fullest.**

In that moment, Angelo knew he had truly found himself.

[inanimatetffantasies]

[wishmaster]

Cursing my Roommate Part 3

My sexy male roommate has become the test subject of my magic learning. I've been cursing items I give him to wear in order to transform him into some kinky version of himself. My first attempt caused a leather jacket to turn him into a sex obsessed sexy woman, my next attempt was with a leather vest, that turned him into a kinky guy in leather who liked being tortured with nipple clamps, my next attempt had be buying from the source of my magic learning, the Curator's Corner, where I decided I'd try purchasing already cursed items. I chose a leather jockstrap and leather underwear, this woulf have to do amazing things.

This was the hardest part was getting him in them around me, I told him I thought he and his girl could have fun if he wore these. So he went into the bathroom and tried them on. I was amazed at what had come out.

A full on bear of a man all hairy and sexy exited the bathroom, he kept trying to shove his ass in my face telling me he needed me to fill it. I don't have to tell you we had fun that night, he was totally submissive to me and I loved it. I ad one more item in mind to finish off our curse and little did I know this one would be the game changer!

[captainmalewriter]

More Than a Costume

It was supposed to be just a one-time gag. At least, that was what Jake told himself when he first bought the bodysuit. And maybe he did believe it at first. He’d buy the bodysuit, wear it, and show up at his friend’s costume party for cheap laughs. Jake was certainly the talk of the party when he showed up with an all-new identity. After all, who could’ve expected that the lanky white guy would come looking like a genuine Latino with tattoos and a goatee? The bodysuit was so realistic that people didn’t believe him when he said he was actually just Jake wearing a costume. It even earned him 1st place in the costume contest, too!

Once the costume party was over, Jake didn’t know what to do with the bodysuit. He couldn’t return it now that it was used, and after spending $100 on it, Jake didn’t feel right about just throwing it out after only wearing it once. So he decided it would just remain hanging at the back of his closet until the occasion called for it. But as time passed, Jake found himself wanting to wear it again. No matter what he did, his mind wandered back to the Latino bodysuit. It was almost like it was subliminally calling out for him, begging him to wear it again. Jake tried to resist its call, but then he gave into the temptation one night. 

Jake took out the bodysuit from the depths of his closet and held it in his hands. The rubbery suit felt cool against his fingertips. When he first bought the suit, Jake was shocked by how lifelike the synthetic skin looked and felt. Even after some time, he was still thoroughly impressed by it. 

Not wanting to waste any more time, Jake zipped down the zipper on the back of the bodysuit and stretched the opening wide. Jake stuck his leg down the leg of the costume then did the same with the other as he began to pull up the suit to his waist. The sensation of his flaccid dick slipping into the bodysuit’s much girthier cock made goosebumps run up his spine as the cold, rubbery skin touched and wrapped around his warm groin. A shivering moan escaped Jake’s lips as his junked settled into the bodysuit like a snug jockstrap cup. 

Jake was much skinnier than the bodysuit, making for a loose fit as he continued putting it on. He stuck his arms into the sleeves of the bodysuit. His thin fingers slipped into the suit’s burly hands. He brought the suit up to his shoulders, then threw the head of the costume over his face like a helmet. Jake bounced around with glee once he had the suit completely on. The suit hung loosely over his face, chest, and other spots around his body like baggy clothes. Although it was clearly much too big for his small body frame, Jake wasn’t worried. All it took was a few minutes for his body heat to “activate” the bodysuit and bring it to life. He took a deep breath as he felt the oversized bodysuit shift and adjust to his size until it was a perfect fit. What was once a cold, lifeless suit made out of synthetic skin transformed into a living, breathing person like any other once Jake put it on. So long as he kept his lips shut, nobody would ever be able to tell there was a white man controlling this synthetic Latino body. 

“Mmm… ¡mi nuevo cuerpo se siente magnífico!” Jake purred as he ran his forefinger through his scruffy facial. He massaged his neck as he spoke with his new, thick Puerto Rican accent. As someone with a relatively high-pitched voice and couldn’t grow anything beyond peach fuzz, Jake was jealous of other men who had the masculine features he always found attractive. 

He took a look at his handsome new face in the mirror and winked at himself. Jake felt right at home in his new skin and identity. As he donned the multiple piercings that came with his purchase before heading out for a night of fun as Rodrigo, Jake had no idea what putting on the bodysuit for a second time would do to his psyche. Bodysuits were addicting to wear. They made every physical sensation stronger, including and especially pleasure. That was a lesson that Jake would have to learn the hard way as he continued living as Rodrigo for days on end, refusing to take it off as he had fully convinced himself that he was always a Latino man and not some rubber bodysuit.

[onelinerbust]

Once he put on the cap, he started to fill out his tank top and shorts as he transformed from the runt Mexican college dropout to a bonafide Mexican daddy ready to run his gym. He's done this for years but it's never get boring to witness the way his muscle swole, his face aged handsomely as his jaw squared and his look refined and his package enlarged inside his once loose jockstrap. Now he's ready for the day to brief his oblivious staffers for the daily operation and welcomed his friends and patrons

[mrrharper]

Desperation In College

Mike needed to change his life. With his third year of college beginning, he felt like he was wasting his valuable time on Earth. No friends, no real hobbies, no plan for the future. He was passing classes and progressing through his degree thanks to inertia alone.

So it was no surprise that when he saw a bizarre ad online for a pair of "life changing" underwear, he bought it instantly. 24 hours later a package arrived and he eagerly opened it. Inside he saw a jockstrap with the words Under Armour clearly visible. For a moment he doubted what he read on the advertisement - it was only a pair of underwear, and a type he never bought or wore himself. But he shrugged these doubts off, saying to himself that it wouldn't hurt trying them on.

For the next two days he wore only the UA jockstrap. It took a moment getting used to being so exposed underneath his pants, but... it was fine after a while. As the second full day was coming to an end Mike noted that his life has not yet experienced a "dramatic, 180 degrees turn you need to experience". But it was still a decent pair of underwear.

It was dark outside and he contemplated going to bed, but realized he hadn't jerked off in a while, and thus had some pent up horny energy within him. He sat down on his bed and leaned against the wall. Then he started massaging his member through the jockstrap with his left hand and looking for his phone with his right. But before he did, he felt a weird sensation around his bulge. As his cock got harder, the material around it began moving and after just a few seconds it looked like Mike's jockstrap was rubbing itself against his dick, jacking him off. The waves of pleasure that hit Mike immediately after, completely overwhelming him.

The jockstrap sped up its movements and Mike closed his eyes, experiencing pure bliss. While his senses were on the verge of shutting down he did not see his whole body quickly inflating, bulk appearing everywhere. His arms and legs got thicker, his pecs turned into meaty pillows, his stomach muscles appeared underneath them, veins popped out on his shoulders and neck.

Mike's hand instinctively moved towards his bulge and he began helping his seemingly sentient jockstrap in massaging his cock, which throughout this transformation got at least 3 inches longer.

With this much stimulation it didn't take long before Mike experienced the most intense orgasm of his life, cum covering his dick, which was tightly enclosed by the jockstrap. He slowly stood up, his mind mostly blank. He went into the bathroom and the moment he saw himself in the mirror, a cocky grin appeared on his face and he began flexing his newly acquired muscles.

The thing was, for him they were not "newly acquired" because Mike no longer existed. In his place was MJ, vice president of the Alpha Psi Delta fraternity, known by everyone on campus. He was a star receiver on the football team who never showed up to class. Instead, he spent time banging as many chicks as he could in empty rooms. Then at night, he had his ass pounded by a few of his frat bros, of course after proudly saying the phrase "no homo", which was then followed by some aggressive anal sex. He was dumb as a pile of rocks, frequently violent, arrogant and crude, a cocky grin always on his face.

He was exactly the same as all of his bros, basically a copy of every other jock on campus. And he absolutely loved it.

[alphajocklover]

Hey man, so I've tried to be passive most of my life and not cause trouble. Not breaking many rules, doing as I'm told, and it just leaves me with so much missed chances and getting walked all over. I'm kind of tired of it.

I wanna be abrasive, not rude but confident. Almost cocky. And I want the looks to match. I wanna be huge, and bulky, and hairy too. I don't wanna be smart and focused on academics, I wanna chuck balls and pump my cock all day. Weird enough too, I wanna be sweaty. I wanna raise my arms and watch a bunch of gay dudes just melt like puddy.

The best part is, I wanna *feel* this transformation. I want to watch my arms get huge, I wanna hear my voice get deeper, and my chest push out and almost tear my chest. I wanna be...I wanna be...I wanna be a fuckin JOCK

I want to start by assuring you that everything you’ve said, everything you’ve been feeling, makes sense. There are a lot of people out there who are like you, people who have spent their entire lives just blending in. It’s natural to want to fit in, but when you spend so much of your life trying to fit into the norm, it can be easy to forget who you really want to be. When that happens, most people try to change things up. Some chase after a specific new self they dream of being, while others experiment with different identities, trying to find one that fits. But then, there's people like you. People who have spent far too long trying to fit in. For people like you, blending in isn’t a curse: it’s a superpower.

What you have to understand is that a person's identity is far more powerful than you might realize. There's a reason people take names so seriously. Psychologically, socially, and even magically, they’re important. So when a person leaves so much of their identity up to the people around them… it makes sense that a transformation might occur. That they change, literally change, to blend in with others. We call these people Camous. People who have the power to socially blend in, literally, with the world around them. They’re sort of the opposite of Alphas. Alphas change reality to fit their whims, Campus change to fit reality. And from what I hear, you’re becoming one. I know this might sound a little frightening, since having your identity threatened will do that to anyone. But this is a good thing. While changing is scary, you won’t change entirely. Your body, your personality, your traits, and even your reality will change depending on who you’re around, but the core of your identity, your soul will stay the same. You’ll still be you, just… altered. And being a Camou gives you a lot of advantages. It’s true that you won’t ever stand out really, but you’ll always fit in and always be part of a group. And, better than that, you can use your power to choose who you want to be. You want to be a jock, right? A sweaty, hairy, manly jock who makes gay guys weak in the knees? All you have to do is find a group of jocks to join! It isn’t hard to find a group of jocks, even the specific type of hairy gay jocks you’re looking for. You just have to find the right gym, and I know just the one. The Jockstrap is a local gym specifically made to cater to people like you. Or the people you want to be like I suppose. I want you to take a deep breath as we enter. Do you smell that sweat? That manly musk? Breathe in deep, it’ll help the process. Unlike one of the more famous transformation methods I’ve written about, this one isn’t instant. You’re going to feel your biceps fill with muscle, your pecs bursting forward as your body is covered in a respectable smattering of manly hair. It’s already happening. Your shoulders are widening as your chest continues to grow, needing more room on your body. Your legs, your arms, your ass… everything is growing. But that isn’t the only thing that's changing. Your mind is too. I can see the excitement in your eyes as you look around. Working out, exercising, playing sports, hanging with the bros… you’re already getting excited by the thought of it. And without getting too explicit, it’s obvious that you’re excited in other ways. I can see it through your sweat pants (I guess your clothing changed too) and it must be at least 8 inches by now, soft. That rod, your muscles, and the sheer amount of manly musk that's coming from your body now? You’re going to have twinks throwing themselves at you.

Now, since you’re a Camou this transformation isn’t permanent. It’ll last for a while, longer depending on how much time you spend at the gym surrounded by your new bros. The general rule is if you spend one hour with a group, you get three hours as one of them, unless you spend time with a new group immediately after. But the really exciting part is that once you have a form, you can turn into that version of yourself… with some practice, and if you aren’t currently with a large group. 

I honestly can’t believe I haven’t talked about Camous beforehand. Granted, you’re only the second Camou I’ve ever met, but they’re so interesting I can’t believe I’ve never brought them up. I hope you enjoy being a jock, or whoever else you want to try out being. Just, try not to fall in with a bad crowd.

[fatkish]

I can’t get this idea out of my head so I’m gonna share it and feel free to use it. We know that Heteromorphs (people with mutant quirks) can have a very diverse appearance and abilities. Well my idea is kinda NSFW-ish, so here it is: a living armor quirk. Basically the character has a shapeshifting and transformation ability that allows them to become a living bodysuit that can protect whoever wears them. For example: if someone was wearing them, the wearer could ask the character to grow wings so they can fly. Since the character would have to be touching the skin of whoever is wearing them it can get kinda steamy.

The character is basically made up of microscopic wires and strings that weave together to make up their body. These wires can be bulletproof, fireproof and other proofs but it would depend on how healthy they are in mind, body and spirit. If they’re sick for instance, they won’t be able to hold themselves together enough to protect the wearer. The character can control each individual microscopic wire and re-weave them around the wearer’s body. The reader would of course need to eat and drink just like anybody else but their body is evolved to digest quickly and turn excess food and nutrients into energy. (So basically they don’t need to shit as much, since any excess materials they consume are quickly broken down and stored as fat or excess wire for when they take on damage and need to repair themselves)

The NSFW part and the part i can’t stop thinking about is how heroes who have the character as a sidekick would more than likely wear the character as opposed to their hero suits.

Imagine Aizawa learns about this character and decides that having them transform into a suit for him would be time saving and more practical. This would mean that Aizawa would only wear the absolute bare necessities since the character only has so much wire to work with. This also means that the character can feel every part of the wearer’s body. Which means the character can feel Aizawa’s dick and has to wrap themselves around it to support it. Now Aizawa could wear his regular suit over the character and just use them as an added layer of protection.

Or Endeavor hears about this character and decides that they would be perfect for him. We all have seen how big he is in height and musculature. This would mean the character has more space to cover making the suit thinner compared to someone like Aizawa. Now since the character has the ability to be fireproof Endeavor’s flames won’t hurt them but they can get really hot. (Imagine if endeavor had the character become a jockstrap or cup like article to help hide his bulge)

Or how about Dabi? What if he had the character act as a second layer of skin? Overtime the character would be able to build up a resistance to Dabi’s flames kind of like exposure therapy. Now Dabi basically wears them all the time since they help keep him from burning his skin.

And what about Edgeshot? With his quirk the reader would be the perfect sidekick (or should I say sidestick) literally, because the reader would be worn by him and literally be as his side.

Basically I’m a horny mess and I just want hot dudes to use me

[dcigar]

Kevin stepped off the bus in Palm Springs, California, for the first time, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. As he walked through the bustling streets, he took in the lively atmosphere, unsure of what he was looking for. He found himself in front of a store with a bold sign: "Bear Leather Store." Reluctant but curious, he decided to step inside.

The scent of leather and a faint hint of cigar smoke greeted him. Behind the counter stood a man in a leather harness and jockstrap, his presence both intimidating and intriguing.

"Welcome," the man said, his voice warm and inviting. "I'm Jesse. First time here?"

Kevin nodded, feeling out of place. "Yeah, I've never been in a store like this before."

Jesse smiled. "No worries. We all start somewhere. Let me show you around."

Kevin followed Jesse through the store, still unsure but willing to explore. Jesse explained the different types of gear, making it sound exciting and approachable. Kevin's reluctance slowly began to fade as Jesse's enthusiasm became infectious.

"Why don't you start with something simple?" Jesse suggested, holding up a leather jockstrap.

Kevin hesitated but eventually nodded. "Okay, I'll give it a try."

He stepped into a fitting room, feeling a mix of apprehension and excitement. Putting on the jockstrap, he was surprised by how it made him feel: exposed yet strangely empowered. He stepped out, and Jesse's approving nod gave him a boost of confidence.

"How does it feel?" Jesse asked.

"Different," Kevin admitted. "But... good."

"Great! Let's try a few more pieces," Jesse encouraged.

Kevin began with the leather pants, feeling the smooth material slide up his legs. Next came the leather shirt, its tight fit accentuating his frame. He buttoned up the leather vest and slipped into the matching leather jacket, feeling an unexpected thrill with each new layer. He added a leather tie, completing the ensemble with a touch of class.

Slipping on the leather boots, Kevin felt a newfound confidence with every step. He pulled on a pair of gloves, the final piece of the outfit before placing the leather cap on his head. He glanced at his reflection, hardly recognizing the confident man staring back. The transformation was undeniable. He felt strong, confident, and proud.

"You look fantastic," Jesse said, nodding approvingly. "How do you feel?"

"Amazing," Kevin said, a smile spreading across his face. For the first time, he felt completely at ease in his own skin.

"Now, every good BLUF man needs a cigar," Jesse said with a wink.

Kevin hesitated again but found himself craving the idea. "I've never smoked a cigar before," he confessed.

"There's a first time for everything," Jesse said, handing him a cigar and showing him how to cut and light it.

As Kevin took his first puff, the rich, smoky flavor filled his mouth, and a sense of satisfaction washed over him. He felt like he had been smoking cigars for years. He left his original clothes on the counter, knowing he wouldn't need them anymore.

Jesse handed him a business card. "You should check out this bar. It's a great place to meet like-minded people."

Kevin thanked him, purchased the uniform, and left the store feeling transformed. He made his way to the bar Jesse had recommended, his confidence growing with each step. The evening air was cool against the leather, and he relished the feeling.

At the bar, he drew curious and appreciative glances. He ordered a drink and settled into a comfortable chair, savoring the taste of his cigar. Despite being a novice, he felt as though he'd been smoking for years.

Kevin realized he had discovered a new, exciting part of himself. As he sat there, surrounded by the camaraderie of others, he knew this was just the beginning of his journey.

Kevin stepped into The Eagle, the leather bar Jesse had recommended, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. The bar was dimly lit, with leather-themed decor adorning the walls and patrons dressed in a variety of leather outfits, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie and confidence. He had never imagined himself in such a place, but now, dressed in his full BLUF uniform, he felt a sense of belonging he had never experienced before.

As he walked in, the rich scent of leather mixed with the smoky aroma of cigars, filling the air. Kevin drew curious and appreciative glances from the other patrons, their nods and smiles boosting his confidence. He made his way to the bar, each step in his leather boots echoing in his ears, a reminder of his transformation.

He ordered a drink and settled into a comfortable chair, taking a deep puff of his cigar. The taste was rich and satisfying, and despite it being his first cigar, he felt as though he had been smoking for years. He scanned the room, observing the easy camaraderie among the men. Conversations flowed effortlessly, and laughter punctuated the air.

A man in a leather harness approached Kevin, extending a hand. "Hey there, first time here?"

Kevin nodded, shaking the man's hand. "Yeah, I'm Kevin."

"Nice to meet you, Kevin. I'm Mark. You look great in that uniform," Mark said, a friendly smile on his face.

"Thanks," Kevin replied, feeling a warm flush of pride. "It's my first time wearing something like this."

"Well, you're rocking it," Mark said, sitting down next to him. "How are you finding the bar?"

"It's... amazing," Kevin admitted. "I never thought I'd feel so comfortable in a place like this."

Mark chuckled. "The Eagle has that effect. It's a place where you can be yourself, no judgment. Just a bunch of guys enjoying each other's company."

Kevin took another puff of his cigar, savoring the flavor. "I think I'm starting to understand that."

They chatted for a while, Mark introducing Kevin to other patrons and sharing stories about the leather community. Kevin found himself relaxing more and more, the initial nervousness giving way to a deep sense of belonging. He listened to stories of pride, acceptance, and the bonds formed within the community, feeling a connection he had never felt before.

As the night wore on, Kevin found himself laughing and talking with ease, enjoying the newfound sense of camaraderie. He felt proud of his transformation and the confidence it brought him. The leather uniform, which had initially felt foreign, now felt like a second skin, a true expression of his newfound identity.

By the time he left The Eagle, the night air cool against his leather-clad body, Kevin knew he had taken the first step on an exciting new journey. He had discovered a part of himself he never knew existed, and he couldn't wait to see where it would take him next.

[keozrb]

Magic underwear

Tom stumbles upon a pair of magic white boxer underwear that transforms him into a more muscular version of himself. With each workout, his underwear changes, reflecting his growing strength and physique and unexpected results. As he embraces his newfound body, he discovers the magic behind the underwear, which fuels his confidence and fitness journey. Ultimately, Tom becomes a jock, reveling in his enhanced appearance and capabilities.

Tom, a man in his mid-30s, found himself wandering into an old oddity shop. The shop was filled with peculiar items, among them, a magic white boxer underwear.

Intrigued, Tom decided to buy the magical underwear. He didn't know what made them so magical, but he felt compelled to purchase them.

Back at home, Tom decided to try on the magical underwear. He found them surprisingly comfortable, and for some odd reason, he felt the need to work out.

At the gym, he noticed that his body seemed to be getting bigger and more muscular. His boxers also seemed to be getting tighter. Was he just imagining things?

Returning to the locker room, Tom noticed that his boxers had transformed into boxer briefs. His reflection in the mirror confirmed his suspicion - he had indeed become more muscular.

Feeling excited, Tom decided to wear the magical underwear to bed. When he woke up the next day, he was surprised to see the biggest morning wood he'd ever had.

Moreover, his underwear had transformed again, this time into briefs, and his package seemed much larger. Overjoyed, Tom decided to hit the gym again.

At the gym, Tom found it challenging to concentrate on his workout. His increased size was proving to be a distraction. He also felt an uncomfortable wedgie from his underwear.

In the locker room, he discovered that his underwear had morphed into a thong. Not just that, his buttocks had also grown bigger and wider.

Tom was loving his new physique. Despite the discomfort, he continued his workout, becoming stronger and bigger with every session.

After his workout, he returned to the locker room to find that his underwear had transformed into a jockstrap*. Tom had become a massive, muscular jock.

*I couldn't get the AI to put him in a jockstrap 8(